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He spent almost a month in Brazil … later he went to Panama. I quit my job meanwhile .. He came back…on Monday … in fact it was already Tuesday. I was monitoring him in the office chat to check if he was online .. therefore in the office. . but he wasn’t .
I didn’t see him on Tuesday. On Wednesday finally I saw him. He asked me: do you have time for coffee with an old friend? I walked to the other building´s cafeteria to see him. There he was …as always, tall and gorgeous … looking great in that blue jacket.

He hugged me … longer than I expected. He gave me a cup he bought for me . . that says ¨Brasil, beleza¨. He said he chose that when he saw the ¨beleza¨ He thinks I say this world too much. Probably, I do since I think that is what Brazilians say.

We sat down in the table and I told him I quit .. I told him my plans and he said finally it seems I had a ¨plan¨ and that I look very happy about it. I was nervous since he asked me before to do a plan about what I wanted to do … business model canvas (BMC) that according to him we can use it for any plan, so my mind would get used to work in a structured way. He is a PM, at the end. He even told me before he wanted to see the plan. It made me feel like he does care about me … in someway.

Anyway, that was on Wednesday. I want to meet him outside the office madly, that day I went to the gym and I finished tired of boxing, plus there was a small flood outside my house, so it would make difficult to go out or return home later. We didn’t meet that day, but we did the next day.

On Thursday it was my last day of work, Chris told me to go out to have some drinks as my farewell party, Memo also wanted this, but I didn’t have time to think about it since I had to pack all my things and also I wanted to spend the night with Fabs.

So, I moved to a place I booked through Airbnb and I was ready to meet Fabs. He was going on Friday early morning, so there was no other chance to meet. We went to place we visited the first time we went out .. yes, that night when I was dunk and he asked me ¨why don’t you kiss me¨. Dinner was nice, I wasn’t really hungry since before I had dinner and tea with my gym mate Pedro, but ok .. all I really wanted was to be with the Brazilian guy.

We were chatting and drinking honey beer, jeje, and suddenly a girl gave me a paper to write my comments about the service. He asked me, does it say something about the company? Because I haven’t got any kisses .. .DAMN!!! I had to kiss him!! Why I had not kissed him? I don’t know .. maybe I was not sure he would want to continue with our thing …

Why can he kiss me first? Anyway, we kissed. I love his kisses.

I went to the bathroom and when I returned to had already asked and paid the bill.

We called an Uber and we went to his house … (probably because I was living in an Airbnb). Finally we arrived, such a nice house where he lives with some Asians guys from the company.

I saw his room, his table was a mess, a lot of papers there. I saw his guitar, he wanted to play something but he hadn’t had time to adjust the guitar strings.

Finally, he had condoms! So, surely he knew we would end up in his room.

That night, I don’t know why, but sex was not that good as last time.

When we finished, as he always left my place and never stayed, I was not sure if I should go home or what. I think he told me something as please stay, we slept naked in his bed, it was cold due the fan so we were under the blankets. I remember his body touching my body, his arm around me I think, it was a bit uncomfortable for me but Ok i felt asleep.

He set his alarm at 6 but it didn’t ring.

At 6:10 my alarm started ringing … that alarm I never heard the days I had to wake up to go to work .. that alarm sounded and saved us .. he put his clothes on fast and packed his suitcase and grabbed his guitar …

I told him there was a bus at 7,30 that he could take to the airport.

He said we would ask for an Uber to take him to the bus station and then it can bring me home.

So, we did it. There he was with his suitcase and his guitar … he really looks good even at 6 am ..

He grabbed my hand during the way to the bus station, for me this was very strange because I always felt wall between us .. maybe he didn’t want to stay too close and thats why he never spent the night at my place. I don’t know … should I spend time to think what he felt? I am not sure, maybe I just need to realize he CARES about me … in his way …but he does.

We arrived …. He kissed me and he said . see you in M City.

By WhatsApp we don’t talk that much, in fact, he is not online that much there ..and all the time we spent together …he can stay hours without looking as his cellphone …

So, I don’t wanna write to him anymore, probably we will meet in October, when he returns.

I guess I am a pretty woman … Most of my life I have felt as an average girl or even not pretty enough. Specially, when I see all those girls who wears a lot of make up and wear super fancy clothes.

But, many men have told me many times that I am a very pretty girl …

but Wal … he is always making compliments to me: beautiful, pretty woman, hermosa, delicia.

and through his eyes I can see he means what he says.

We cried together … I saw his eyes watering … He kissed my hand and told me how special I was to him. He said the eyes don’t lie. He said he can see through my eyes that I love him, that I care for him. I thought he was crazy, we had just met some days ago.

We were only together 4 days and 4 nights. I didn’t think much about what we were doing. I was just living the moment and I thought after his departure all would end.

But, he still writes me all the time, he sends me pictures … he asks me to send to him pictures of me .. so, I am becoming a selfie addict since I need to take some pic of me for him. I like doing it.

I don’t miss him, I didn’t have enough time to become attached to him, but I enjoy all the time we spent together.

I don’t regret about anything, being with him was beautiful. He treated me very nicely, tender. It might sounds crazy, but we didn’t fuck … we made love … and yes, we cried on the bed … I dont know why … maybe because between us there was something special, different, unique. I felt great with him like I have never felt with another man. It was not about the intercourse (that was delicious too), it was all together . He made me felt loved, like no one did before. He didnt make me feel used at all.

Now I believe I am his pretty woman … I am pretty … I am gorgeous …

More than anything … I am his pretty woman …

Pretty woman, walkin’ down the streetPretty woman the kind I like to meetPretty woman I don’t believe you, you’re not the truthNo one could look as good as you, mercy